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thirstingfortoxicmen · 5 months

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dom male reader x sub sebastian sallow WHERE THEYRE THEYRE THEYRE ENEMIES N LIKE READER STARTS GETTING CLOSE W SOMEONE ELSE N SEBASTIAN GETS JEALOUS N ONE DAY HE GETS ENOUGH OF IT AND DRAGS READER SOMEWHERE N THEY HAVE HATE SEX HELP IDK HOW TO EXPLAIN IT

OMG I LOVE IT! your wish shall be granted✨✨✨👍

Edit: OOPS I JUST WROTE THIS WHOLE THING THEN SAW THE HATE SEX PART NOOOOO IM SORRYYYYYY

Im skipping some plot.... just cause no reason🤭

(not my photo credit to Pinterest for fueling my mental issues)✨✨✨

Jokes on You

Sub Sebastian x Dom male Reader

🔞CAUTION SEX (ig)🔞

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"Ok, tonight was a little crazy so go and get some rest. Ok Natty?"

"Yeah I still can believe we escaped on hippogriffs!" Natty whispered back. Her hands still shaking slightly. I embrace her for a quick hug before we part. Being quiet I move quickly down to the Slytherin rooms. Once I safely make it to the dungeons a sigh of relief washes over me. My head aches slightly from the stress of fleeing Harlow and his cronies. Slipping through the door into the common room I gasp slightly.

"So... you want to tell what you've been doing?" Sebastian questions, glancing at me from his book.

"Well you see I... uhhh... Natty needed help with somethingandIcouldntjustsaynoso-" My voice speeding up as I talk, eyes flicking around the room.

"You're lying. Tell me the truth." He demands, with a stern voice. I finally make eye contact with him and give him a sigh.

"I- fine... Natty and I were out... investigating someone and we got attacked BUT! before you freak out, we're fine nothing bad happened!" I explain, guilt lingering on my words. For lying to Sebastian and for betraying Natty even after I swore not to tell anyone about our... excursions.

"And you didn't think to just," pausing himself with a sigh, "I don't know tell me before you endanger yourself and making me think you were with someone else." rubbing his temples stress clear on his face.

"... what? you thought I was cheating on you? Sebastian I would nev-"

"yeah well when i barely see my own boyfriend for three whole days and when I do see him he's with some girl! I don't know what to think ok!" he almost yells, cutting me off. Remembering that it's past curfew and neither of us are meant to still be up quiets Sebastian. I take a cautious step to him, unknowing of his reaction. I rest my hand on his cheek, I pull his face to face my own. Our eyes connect, frustration weeping from him.

"I would Never. cheat on you Sebastian. I'm sorry I've been neglecting you. I didn't think it would hurt you so. I'll tell you next time," I speak low and soft, his attention on my eyes. Kissing him sweetly, closing my eyes resting our foreheads against each other when we part.

"Next time? How much trouble do you need in one year to be satisfied?" Sebastian moves his hand to mine, our hands resting together on his cheek. Grabbing my hand, intwining our fingers. He says, "come on." before trying to drag me into the corner of the common room.

"Where- what are we doing now?" i ask confusedly.

"I'm a teen boy who hasn't seen his boyfriend for three days. Take a guess." Blushing at the realization. Sebastian pushes me against the wall next to the lake, our lips clashing. Sweet turns to heavy, our tongues fighting. Biting his lip takes him off guard, I flip us pushing him to the stone wall. The chill of the stone coursing through him, a shiver runs down his body. Leaning down I continue making out with my boyfriend, pressing my leg against his groin. A groan from Sebastian letting my tongue gain dominance. His hips stuttering into my leg. "Please... I need you," he says, the slight whine of his voice going straight to my growing member. Grasping his thighs I lift him up, pressing him against the wall. Sliding his sleep pants down, just enough I spit onto my fingers. Stretching him and teasing him at the same time. I kiss his neck, his face blushing from his sensitivity. Soft groans leaking from his lips like a faucet. "I need you- now please..." his words drawing out slowly. Shuttering from his words, I complied. Hastily removing my belt and unbuttoning my pants before spitting in my hand once more rubbing it up and down my length, till I deemed good enough. Lowering him softly onto my hard cock. He jolts with a moan. Precum leaking from his cock. I start thrusting, I groan softly into Sebastians ear. His face now beat red, I bite into his shoulder. Once I do that he clenches hard and moans rather loudly. Still holding Sebastian I move from the wall to a nearby couch. Sebastian, now the one who has to lean down, resumes our making out from earlier. I grab his throat gently, squeezing intermittently. Sebastians eyes fluttering softly his cock hitting against his stomach with every thrust up. His red tip throbbing with anticipation. I hit his prostate, "I- need to- ahh please- can i," his voice pleading me. I start reaching my limit.

"Come for me Sebastian," I whispered into his ear. I bite down once more, Sebastians cum hitting our chests. His groaning tip me over the edge I cum into Sebastian. Both of us breathing heavy, we wait for a moment before separating. Cum falling from Sebastian when he lifts off my member.

"I've missed you."

"Jokes on you. Now you can't get rid of me," a chuckle escaping from Sebastian.

"Good."

#sebastian sallow x male reader #hogwarts legacy #hogwarts x male reader #smut #i got the request wrong oops #sebastian being a needy hoe #we kinda ditched him tho #oopsie mistake

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marixrose · 8 months

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♤𝐘𝐀𝐍!𝐓𝐨𝐦 𝐑𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐞 𝐱 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 ♧

Warnings: Obsessive behavior, Yandere thoughts & actions, bad writing

>> Headcanons <<

Yan!Tom Riddle followed you around Hogwarts like a dog since first year, he found you intriguing and he wanted to know every little thing there was to know about you.

Yan!Tom Riddle wrote in his diary about you, everything about you. Your favorite food, color, scent, class, etc. He had your birthday, a list of all your close friends, your schedule all at his disposal.

You were friends with Yan!Tom Riddle but were unaware with his obsession with you.

You were in the same year as Yan!Tom Riddle and were both in Slytherin house.

Yan!Tom Riddle sneaks little gifts for you either under/at your door, but he never writes his name so you don't know who the gifts are from.

Yan!Tom Riddle forces you to go to the Yule Ball with him, he doesn't take no for an answer.

Yan!Tom Riddle will privately talk to any boy/girl who he thinks will get in his way. He won't hesiatate to fight someone for looking at you. Some of them even end up missing, believed to have ran away. We all know they didn't.

Yan!Tom Riddle holds your hand, plays with your hair, and things like that- even when you two aren't "official".

Yan!Tom Riddle will ask you to be his girlfriend/boyfriend/partner on your 16th birthday, and believe me, there is no saying "no".

Yan!Tom Riddle once you two are officially together, he becomes more obessive. He has to know where you are, where you're going, who you're with, what time you'll be back. Sometimes (most times) he follows you and justifies is as "I was just trying to protect you."

Yan!Tom Riddle will give you necklace and rings that secretly have trackers and certain love smells to ensure you don't fall out of love with him, if you ever were truly in love with him is a mystery.

Once Yan!Tom Riddle notices you getting worried about his actions and you trying to escape, he hides you in the chamber of secrets and has you chained to the wall.

Yan!Tom Riddle only brings water and food once/twice a day. He makes sure to brings books and games to make sure his darling doesn't grow bored.

Yan!Tom Riddle places cures and spells on the chamber of secrets making it sound proof, and basically unfindable by anyone but him.

Yan!Tom Riddle knows he crazy, but he couldn't care less.

#tom riddle #yandere x reader #yandere headcanons #yandere #yandere x you #yandere male #hogwarts headcanon #tom marvolo riddle #lord voldemort #tom riddle headcanon #tom riddle x y/n #tom riddle x reader #tom riddle x you

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undercoveravenger · 6 months

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The Haunted House

Pairing: Remus Lupin x Male!Reader:

Requested: Yes

Request: “getting dared to go into the shrieking shack on Halloween (wow, a full moon on Halloween? How weird...) and finding a big scary werewolf waiting for you. Except he's really not all that scary, he just won't let you leave because Remus really likes you and his wolf form can't quite say that, just wants to keep you there.”

A/N: This is post number 4 for the 2023 Spooky Month event. Y’alls trick or treat is coming next Tuesday, October 31st. Hope you’re ready.

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The Shrieking Shack had well earned its name throughout the years you’d been at Hogwarts, with guttural screams and groans echoing from it each month around the time of the full moon. You’d heard dozens of different stories- ghosts, ghouls, poltergeists like Peeves. Someone from your Transfiguration class even thought it was some long-abandoned merfolk in a tank that’d grown too small.

Whatever it was though, you were going to find out. The lot of you had had to sneak out of your commonrooms and were nearly caught by patrolling professors or prefects a couple times, but now here you are with your friends crowding around behind you clamoring encouragingly, you stand just past the fence separating the Shrieking Shack from the rest of Hogsmeade. The full moon looms ominously just over the ramshackle eaves of the decrepit building, providing just enough light for you to pick your way through the snowy yard and up to the front door.

A mumbled spell is enough to break away the locks and rotting boards holding the door closed and you’re able to force it open the rest of the way with a forceful shove. You only allow yourself one fleeting glance over your shoulder at your friends before making your way into the house and closing the door behind you, resolved to completing your friends’ dare and staying the night in the haunted house.

The floorboards creak with every step you take, wavering slightly under your shoes as your weight puts pressure on long-damaged planks as you make your way deeper into the house, each room revealing deep gashes carved into the walls and floors. Tattered strips of fabric from what might have been blankets or clothes are strewn about, stained a dark rust color in places from what you can only assume is blood. Some rooms even have shards of what would have once been furniture, a splintered chunk of wood that may have once been the arm of a couch tossed thoughtlessly against one wall of a ruined living room and the stuffing from a gutted chair cushion decorating an old bedroom, but no matter how many torn apart rooms you explore, you aren’t been able to find the source of the screams.

It finds you.

You’d wandered into what you think was once-upon-a-time a study, an ancient oak desk sitting on two broken legs in the middle of the room and its chair upturned nearby. The contents of the desk had proven uninteresting by the time you’d dug through the second desk drawer and you’ve gotten to the point of boredom that you’re considering just leaving altogether when you see it standing in the doorway. You’re not sure how long it had been watching you, but it stands, still as a shadow, with pitch dark eyes locked squarely on you.

You can see the beast’s raised hackles over the top of its head, lowered so it can fix you with a brutal stare, and a growl so low it rumbles through you like thunder fills the room as it takes a looming step closer. As it creeps forward, a brush of moonlight from the cracked window pane behind you catches it, giving you just enough light to make out further details of the creature.

At first glance, you might’ve thought it was just a wolf, but the longer you look the more your situation begins to sink in. The creature before you was nearly double the size of any wolf you’d ever heard of, back easily brushing the doorknob as it stalks into the room. Its legs are long and its paws splay when it walks like they’re not quite right, but the real telling point are its eyes. It doesn’t look away from you as it approaches, not even for a second, weaving through discarded furniture and debris like it was second nature until it stands just on the other side of the desk from you. It doesn’t look like it’s questioning whether you’re a threat like any other wild animal would, and the growl has started to subside now that it’s gotten a good look at you. The look in its eyes, while certainly somewhat wild, is too human to be anything else.

You’re not quite sure what to do at this point, not with a massive werewolf between you and the door, but being in a werewolf’s den during the full moon certainly can’t be a good idea. With that in mind you begin to move, edging slowly around the corner of the desk in order to not spook the wolf, already surprised by its calm demeanor and unwilling to test its good graces. The wolf allows you to pass by it and slip from the room, though you can hear the heavy footfalls of its paws as it follows you. You move back toward the front door, intent on leaving the same way you’d come, but you’re stopped by the massive wolf letting out another thunderous growl and shoving its way between you and the door. It bullies you on with more furious growls and pointed nips to your heels and hands, further into the house and up a narrow back staircase into a near demolished bedroom.

You obey when it gives you a pointed glare, settling down against the wall opposite the door. A satisfied huff escapes the wolf and it pads after you, flopping carelessly down to lay beside you and resting its large head heavily on your lap. The reason behind the werewolf’s behavior was confusing, certainly, but werewolves had been known to be territorial and prone to violence from what you’d heard, so if sitting here for a few hours while you waited for the wolf to shift back meant it’d keep you safe, then that was a small price to pay.

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It’s not the watery morning light that wakes you, but the shift against you. The aching, tortured gasp of pain that escapes as the person curled against you moves. The sound has you on high alert straightening against your back’s own cry of pain from sleeping sitting up all night, eyes blinking open blearily and finding the now-human werewolf trying to shift away from you.

It takes you a moment to recognize him without his signature posse of idiots and the bright red Gryffindor robes, but you are able to place the jagged pink scars across his face and his curly brown hair from some of your shared classes - Remus Lupin.

“Remus?” His name escapes you before you can stop yourself from speaking and you can see the way the tension takes root in him, joints and muscles coiling under his skin like he was preparing himself to run from some threat.

He seems to have to force himself to settle before he can speak, dark chocolate eyes examining you thoroughly. “I didn’t hurt you, did I? When I was-” He cuts himself off with a clear of his throat, eyes dropping back to his lap. He must’ve managed to track down his clothes from before he’d shifted since he was using them to cover himself. “I can’t really remember anything when I’m… like that.”

“No,” you say, and you can see the relief wash over him, tension easing in his shoulders and he no longer looks like he is going to accidentally shred his jumper. “No, you, uh, well you brought me here and then decided it was a proper time for a cuddle apparently.” You try to force a laugh, though the situation is certainly still awkward, “I thought that werewolves were s’posed to be scary, y’know? Think you’re just a were-lapdog instead?”

A startled laugh slips out of Remus and he looks almost as stunned by it as by your words, “I- I don’t know. This is kind of a new reaction? I’m, uh, I’m usually not so nice when I’m not myself.”

“Huh,” you say, more curious than ever about the wolf’s odd behavior, “I wonder why you were acting like that then? It didn’t really seem to be aggression, even when you growled at me - more like herding behavior like my uncle’s collie.”

Remus flushes at that. This close you can see the dozens of tiny freckles that scattered over his cheeks and down his jaw and neck. “I… have a theory,” he says quietly, like he almost can’t bring himself to say it. His gaze drops back to the bundle of cloth in your hands and you almost wonder if he would’ve tried to sneak out before you had woken up. You wouldn’t have blamed him if he did. “I think it’s some sort of passively shared consciousness? I can’t really connect to it at all, but maybe it can get a sense of my feelings? Like if I strongly disliked someone, it would probably act accordingly, and if I liked someone…” Remus trails off at that, flushing impossibly redder.

An amused little snort escapes you then and you lean forward, supporting yourself with your arms as you push yourself into his field of vision. “Is this you saying you like me, Remus?” You can’t help the chuckle that escapes you at the way you can already see him scrambling for a response, but you lean forward to press a light kiss to his cheek before he can find the words. “Cute,” you say, grinning as you watch the realization hit him. “Sit with me at breakfast?”

He nods slowly as he wraps his mind around your words, eventually letting you help him to his feet and back into his clothes. The two of you eventually make your way back to Hogwarts through the secret passage under the Whomping Willow that he shows you, taking breaks when he needs them and trading banter and kisses all the way.

And while your friends were curious about the shy Gryffindor sitting beside you at breakfast with his hand curled tight with yours, none of them questioned what really happened to you during your night in the haunted house.

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zvdvdlvr · 1 month

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— Odd

🧹 — Symopsis. Ominis decides to sit with you as you finish your breakfast. An odd- and flirtatios- conversation ensues.

🧹 — Warnings. Flirting. Weird situations. Someone’s finger ends up in someone’s mouth. Weird scenario. Mention of the One and Only Sebastian Sallow. Mention of crutiatus curse. No mention of reader’s gender or pronouns or house.

“Good morning,” a voice greeted beside you. Turning, you saw Ominis Gaunt’s milky grey eyes. He had a small smile on his face, his head cocked.

“Hello.” You greeted, voice raspy from dissuse.

Ominis busied himself by preparing his plate. It consisted of figgy pudding (ew), toast with perfectly melted butter, and two medium sized waffles. What an odd combination, you thought.

“Why are you sitting next to me? Sebastian normally follows your every movement,” you asked, finishing up the last bite of your breakfast. You admit, Ominis arrived at an unsavory time, but you liked him enough to stay and converse with him.

Ominis stiffened. “He… has been his usual annoying and persistent self. I needed to speak to someone else for once.”

Your eyebrow raised; Sevastian himself had told you that Ominis didn’t really talk to other people. Unless there was a reason. He was perfectly polite, of course, but Ominis just wasn’t the person to strike up conversation with just anyone. Intriguing, you thought. “I see,” you replied casually. “Is there a reason I’m the person you chose to speak to?”

Ominis nodded. “There is, indeed.” Ominis placed his almost finished toast back on the plate. “I understand that you probably don’t have the best perception or impression of me after I… my rather rude outburst to you about lying about the Undercoft. And for me letting Sebastian crucio you without argument.”

You shrugged, knowing Ominis would understand your movement without the ability to see. “I’d… it’s… Someone crucio-ing me is bound to happen at the rate I’m investigating into Ranrok and Rookwood….” The sound of Rookwood’s ‘avada kedavra’ had rung through your mind. Poor Natty had brushed it off, but you felt bad for her: she hadn’t signed up to have grown men try to kill her. “I’m glad the first time was with people that weren’t doing it for malicious intent,” you finished hastily. You didn’t really know what to say. Ominis had set his boundaries and was upset about being in the scriptorium at all- and he had a good reason to be. Sebastian’s response to you volunteering for the curse was a little odd, but you know that’s just how he is. “I know we’ve already been over this, but I am truly sorry about making you go with us.”

Ominis looked incredulous. “We tortured you and you’re the one apologizing? Y/n, darling, you need to get out and meet new people.”

You huffed a laugh. “You’re one to talk,” you shot back, taking a sip from your goblet.

“I guess you’re right about that. Matter of fact, you’re right about almost everything.”

You shrugged. “I’ve been placed in a unique set of sitautions that not many others have experienced. I guess knowledge and a fast reaction time is necessary,” you rambler, hating how you sounded so preachy.

“An admirable trait, I must admit,” Ominis murmured. His face was turned to yours, close enough you could see some of the melted butter gathered by his lip.

“There’s butter on your mouth,” you mumbled carefully, treading carefully.

The blond only hummed. “Help a blind man out?” He asked, voice low.

Had it been anyone else, you would have hit them upside the head and depulso’d them. An odd request, especially considering the fact that you hadn’t spoken to each other that much. But the way he had fretted over you as the pain of the cruciatus curse brought you to the ground was something that lingered in your mind. He had rushed over you after your poorly withheld screams had successfully pierced his eardrums for more than humanly necessary. Despite his blindness, he had slipped his arm under your shoulder and stood up. You shuddered and leaned into his arms, thankful for the feeling of human warmth.

And then there was Ominis’s habit of looking for you in the Great Hall whenever he felt your aura (odd, but he had taken a liking to you, despite your limited encounters). You always felt his presence searching for yours, bit you assumed it aas to make sure you were still alive and kicking: after all, you were Sebastian’s friend.

You reached up and swiped your thumb on Ominis’s bottom lip, gathering the melted butter. “Open,” you whispered.

The dull conversations taking place at tables all around the Great Hall were silenced. Ominis opened hs mouth and you slipped your thumb in his mouth. As bizarre and disgusting it was, Ominis enjoyed the feeling of you so close to him, even in this way. After Ominis’s tongue had swiped the butter off you pulled away and wiped the excess saliva on a napkin.

Ominis’s eyes were a touch darker now. He sighed shakily, thinking of how you had commanded him to open his mouth and how willing he was to follow your order. He cleared his throat. “Well.”

You smiled slightly, seeing the blush painting Ominis’s cheeks. “I’ll be out in the Pitch today. Come find me later and we can work on… spell practice.”

Ominis nodded. “Very well. I will.”

As you got up and walked away, Ominis rested his head in his hands. As he had expected, you flirted back with a talent that rivaled Sebastian Sallow himself. And the tent in his pants proved just how fond he had grown to you.

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slytherinboysappreciation · 28 days

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Just Cuddling - T. N. x male!Reader

A/N: I’ve finally started getting into a writing groove! (Fingers crossed I don’t jinx it lol) No use of Y/N. Unedited so please be nice 💛 Comments, likes, and reblogs are always appreciated!

CW: Fluff; non-sexual sleeping together; teasing; mentions of sex/mentions of implied sex; kissing

500 words

“Theo…” You nudge him, smiling softly. “Wake up…”

Theo groans, shifting to cover his eyes with his arm. “No…”

You stifle a laugh, leaning in to place a soft kiss to his lips. “You’ll be late to class.”

“So?” He grumbles. “I could skip.”

“But you won’t. You’d never risk losing your ‘perfect grade’.”

Theo moves his arm to look at you, scowling. “You’re an evil bastard.”

You laugh out loud, running your fingers through his messy hair. “Oh, am I now?”

“Yeah.” He starts to get up, groaning and stretching. You take a moment to appreciate his bare chest, the way his muscles flex. Then you get up as well.

You throw open the curtains surrounding his bed, revealing a half-dressed Mattheo and Enzo. Neither look particularly surprised to see you. This isn’t the first time you’ve spent the night with Theo.

“Blaise is in the bathroom,” Enzo tells you.

Theo groans and flops back on his bed. “I’ll never get to class on time.”

You nudge his side affectionately. “Drama queen. You can use my bathroom.”

“But that’s so far away!” Theo whines.

You raise an eyebrow. “And do you want to wait for Zabini? With how long he takes getting ready?”

Theo grumbles but slowly sits back up again. “Fine… I’ll use your bathroom.”

Mattheo snickers as Theo gathers his things. “You’ve got him wrapped around your fingers, don’t you?”

You hide a grin. “I don’t know what you mean.”

Theo casts you both an evil look. “You guys are the worst.”

Mattheo laughs while you gasp in mock-horror. “Theodore Nott! Calling your boyfriend the worst after he cuddled you all night is a crime!”

“A crime?” Theo asks dubiously while Mattheo chuckles, “Just cuddling?”

Your cheeks warm. “Yeah. Cuddling.”

“I didn’t know that’s what we’re calling it now.”

Theo throws a shirt at him. “Shut up, Mattheo. It’s none of your business what we did or not.”

Mattheo throws the shirt back, grinning. “Sure, sure. I’m sure you guys just ‘cuddled’ all night long.”

“Do you really want to know what we got up to last night?” You ask, smirking a little. “Silencing charms are pretty popular nowadays, you know. And we make good use of them sometimes.”

Mattheo blanches, making a face. “Ew! Okay! I did not need that mental image in my head.”

Theo barely stifles a laugh as you continue, grinning. “Are you sure? I can go into details…”

“No!” Mattheo and Enzo speak at the same time. Enzo points to the door. “Get out. You’re gonna make us late.”

Laughing, you head over to the door. “Fine, fine. Theo, hurry up.”

Theo snatches up a shirt and follows you out. Once the door shuts behind you, he pauses to place a soft kiss on your lips. “I love you.”

You grin, giving him a kiss back. “I love you too. Now let’s go. We really will be late for class if we don’t hurry.”

He chuckles and follows you down the hallway.

#theodore nott #theo nott #male reader #theodore nott x reader #theodore nott x you #reader is from an unspecified hogwarts house #divider by cafekitsune

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aestheticpluto · 3 months

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A/N :- Sure! I don't know if it's a request? but yeah here is the 2nd part I hope you enjoy it! and forgive me if there is any grammatical mistakes [ᴘᴀʀᴛ ɪ] Synopsis :- "I'll be the one who will praise you, give you the love you lack, give you the affection you deserve"

No One's POV

"Y/n!" he said with his signature smile as he spotted you in the great hall "oh god-" you mumbled and hid your face with one hand as your friend looked at you "what's going on?" one of them asked "Ignore him, I also don't know what's up with him" you said sitting down on your sit.

Throughout the whole breakfast harry kept glancing at you time to time and whenever you looked back at him he'll just smile leaving you confused and maybe a little frightened

"Harry?" Hermione said glaring at Harry to finally finish his food "hm?" he looked at them and saw Ron giving him a weird look "Mate what happened? were you struck by some love potion?" "No I'm just trying to help them" Harry replied focusing back on to his meal "Doesn't look like it?" Hermione said raising her eyebrow "Trust me they are just insecure that no one loves them and I'm just giving the love they need" Harry protested, Hermione and Ron looked at each other then at Harry "Alright if that's what you call 'love' then we will support you" Hermione smiled encouragingly while Ron nodded smiling then going back to their conversation

As for you later that day you were just talking to your fellow Slytherin when Harry hugged you from behind "you didn't talk to me during the breakfast? I was missing your voice you know?" he chirped "Harry? what are you doing? let go" you said and tried to remove his hand from your waist "No" he tighten his grip "Uh- L/n I'll talk to you later" the person walks away in awkwardness since they thought they were interrupting something "Harry I already told you, It was just a misunderstanding I'm not lacking love nor I'm touch-starved" you turned around to face him "You don't need to lie dearie" he backs away a step away from you "how delusional you can get?" you glare at him getting annoyed by his lovesick attitude towards you "As much as it takes to make you happy" He replied taking your hand in his

You pulled your hand back "Harry why don't you understand?" you paused running your hand through your hair "I don't need any help I'm completely fine" you said in utter frustration "yes you do and you're just lying to yourself, Tell me didn't you cried last night for feeling like not even your parents love you?" "How do you-" "Tell me does anyone ever said 'I'm proud of you' even after all the hardwork you did?" you just looked away not having any answer for his questions "I'll be the one who will praise you, give you the love you lack, give you the affection you deserve" he took your hand back into his but this time you didn't struggle just looked down wondering weather to give up or not? after all you will get the affection many people fight for, you'll get love from the chosen one himself. you looked up and saw him smiling "Harry I-....I don't know" his other hand caressed your cheeks "Don't worry I'm always here and you'll soon know everything".

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biggestxsimps · 1 year

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Ominis gaunt x reader please.

Gorgeous Boy

Ominis Gaunt x Male Reader

A/N: Thank you so much for the request! I hope you enjoy the fic. Any and all feedback is appreciated.

It was a warm evening in the Slytherin common room. You were currently sitting on one of the couches with Ominis laying his head against your lap, the sound of the fireplace crackling and Ominis' relaxed breaths being the only things you could hear.

Ominis hums as you run your hands through his blonde locks, lightly scratching his scalp. His pale blue eyes closed as he relished the feeling. You couldn't help but stare at the gorgeous boy under your gaze, the lighting really bringing out his beauty. Your free hand made its way to his own, bringing and holding it at his chest, gently rubbing his palm with your thumb. "You're so handsome, darling." The hand in his hair moved down to his face to move the lingering strands of hair out of the way, before quickly placing a kiss on his forehead. You quickly lean back up, lightly chuckling as his lips curve upwards and cheeks start burning up.

You closed your eyes, moving your head back onto the couch as you continued playing with the soft hair lying underneath you. You felt the blonde boy shuffle against your lap, looking down, you see his face snuggle into your thigh. The hand that was previously holding his hand moved to rest on his back, slowly rubbing it up and down, you hear Ominis sigh. Continuing the motion for a few minutes, you start to hear light snores. Smiling, you look down, Ominis had fallen asleep in your lap. You hummed in content before whispering a goodnight to the unconscious boy.

A/N: Apologies if Ominis is a bit ooc or if the fic just doesn’t make sense. It’s my first time writing for him and I haven’t really figured out what he’s like. I’ll do a little research on his personality the next time I write for him.

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Smutmas: Take your anger (and stick it where the sun don't shine!)

Pairing: Sebastian Sallow x m!reader

Genre: Angst/Smut // Words: 3.9k // [Read on AO3]

Warnings: NSFW! MDNI! Explicit sexual content! Hate sex, oral, anal, mutual masturbation, double the amount of dicks!

Synopsis: You and Sebastian are both flawed boys and there is only one way to let out that pent-up frustration.

Notes: Beware: I am entering my explicit gay porn era! But hear me out: I, as the author, identify as female (and do not possess any male genitalia), and I believe most of my audience does too, but I wanted to try something new, so here we go. Don't worry, I did my research, yet I hope it was enough to convey what is going on.

Last warning: There's gay smut below! Read at your own risk!

Take your anger (and stick it where the sun don't shine)

“You insufferable little shit!” you could hear Sebastian's voice behind you. As you turned around, you saw him stomping right at you. You recognised his angry stance immediately.

“What did I do?” you asked innocently, putting your hands on your hips as you waited for him to reach you. You wondered how you angered the Slytherin this time (until the memory came back to you), though it didn't really matter either way, because when he stopped right in front of you, he glared at you out of dark eyes, working his jaw, and then grabbed your tie and pulled you unceremoniously after him. “Hey, easy!” you tried again as you stumbled along but to no avail.

Moments later, you found yourself being pushed into an empty classroom, heard the door being closed and enchanted, so no one would disturb you. You should have been more surprised, or even alarmed, but you knew the drill. This wasn't the first time Sebastian Sallow took his anger out on you.

Frankly, you were kind of hoping he would find you after you had convinced Madam Scribner that it had been Sebastian who was responsible for a bookshelf to collapse and burst into flames in the library the other day – when it had been you all along because you were still struggling to control that blasted ancient magic coursing through your veins, and sometimes things just happened, mostly destructive things.

And because it was easier to distract yourself rather than to deal with a problem head-on, a notion you certainly shared with the brunet pinning you to the wall right now, you often found yourself in his presence when you needed to take care of the steam threatening to burst free.

“You landed me a week in detention!” he growled and stared at you.

You raised your eyebrows. “Only a week? She threatened to expel me if I didn't tell --”

“So you admit that you blamed me? For something you did, presumably? You bastard!” Sebastian grunted and grabbed your shoulder to turn you around, pressing your chest against the wall. “You could have just asked to spend time together, you know?” he added in a lower voice as his hand slipped down the front of your breeches, his fingers expertly gliding over the stiff fabric.

He was right of course. You started doing those stunts to see him, meet him in detention, meet him anywhere really, because you couldn't think of anyone else who you could share your anger and frustration with than the boy behind you. You'd been to hell and back together these last years, and somehow when things got really bad, you always found yourself next to him, very, very close to him.

If anyone had ever told you that you would feel the most relaxed with another boy's dick up your arse, then you would have laughed and felt ashamed and frankly would not have believed them. But it was true. Anger sex was your go-to method of calming down again.

So you forced yourself to play along, counter his rage, defy it as best as you could with your cock already throbbing against the tight confines of your trousers. Even though your frustration had been running high these last days, causing the outburst in the library, you felt your own anger deflating the moment you felt Sebastian's hand palming your crotch roughly. Actually you always seemed to ease up the moment you saw his warm eyes on you or heard his voice in your ear.

Yet you'd never tell him how he made you feel, you wanted him to hate you, you wanted the unbridled wrath he could unleash upon you. So you kept pranking him, teasing him, angering him in any way or form. Because deep down you knew he needed it as well. He needed someone to handle the conflicting emotions running through him, chewing on his insides, destroying him slowly from within, ever since things went downhill in your fifth year.

Sebastian had lost everything that year and had found himself in a very dark place that only you had been brave enough to enter. Mainly because you were there too, for different reasons, but you still shared the rage coursing through your veins. The grief, the anger, the disappointment, the feeling of being all alone in the world, trying to shoulder things you were too young and inexperienced to handle.

It had been the end of the year, everyone had been exhilarated to celebrate the House Cup, to leave Hogwarts for the summer holidays, but you had found yourself huddled away, still in disbelief that you had lost your mentor and that everyone else seemed to have forgotten about it rather quickly. The battle of Hogwarts was no longer on the front pages, everyone had moved on. Yet you couldn't, because you still felt the energy pulsing through you of when you had absorbed Isidora's corrupted magic.

While you had tried to figure out what to do next now that the Keepers had abandoned you for defying them, you had met another lost soul in the dimly lit hallway. Sebastian had still been dealing with the loss and abandonment of his sister, the broken friendship with Ominis and the outrage that had killed his uncle, so when you two had met each other in the shadows while everyone else celebrated the end of the year, you had quickly found yourself in a dark corner, with no word spoken between you as he had rammed his cock into your underprepared arse.

The pain had numbed your anger, and quickly you had become addicted to the sensation. And now, two years later, you had made it a habit of completely driving him insane, bring out his rage, to feel it all over again. You both knew why you'd do it also and somehow he still played along, though you knew he was secretly impressed by your creativity of finding new ways to get him to hate you.

“Where's the fun in just asking you out?” you muttered back as he proceeded to grope you through your breeches. “You know I hate being boring...”

“Oh I know you do,” he grunted into your ear as he pressed his groin against your arse. “Can't do anything the normal way...”

“What's normal anyway?” you whispered as your hand moved around to grab at his thigh. “Definitely not this...”

“No, definitely not this,” he repeated and you could feel his hot breath on your neck as he leaned in to bite at your pulse. You couldn't help but wince when his teeth nibbed at your sensitive skin and frankly you were past hiding all those little twitches he was able to coax out of you.

“It wouldn't be the same,” you started, taking another sharp breath as you felt his fingers undoing your buttons before slipping into the newly created opening to tease at your dick. “I can't even imagine doing this normally with you. What would that look like? Would you buy me flowers and treat me to a nice meal? Out on a cosy date in Hogsmeade for everyone to see? Would you --”

“For Merlin's sake, shut up already!” he grunted, pushing you against the wall as he let go of you. You couldn't help the smirk from playing around the corner of your lips. He saw it when he suddenly spun you around by the shoulders once more, glaring at you out of those dark eyes that made you weak in the knees (not that you would have ever admitted to that). “You really like to hear yourself talk, eh?”

You scoffed and merely glared back at him. Shaking his head, he then grabbed your waist and forced your breeches down, your undergarments with it, and when you stood in front of him, literally butt naked, it was his turn to smirk at you. With his hand on your shoulder, he pushed you down until you were on your knees, looking up with your smug expression unfaltering.

“Look at you,” he muttered, tilting his head. “You pathetic little worm, kneeling in front of me with your trousers down like a bloody whore. Use that damn mouth of yours for better things, why don't you!”

Your hands were at the buttons of his breeches before he even stopped talking down at you. Undoing them with nimble fingers, you quickly freed his hardening erection from its confines and grabbed it roughly, causing him to stumble slightly. He shot you an even darker glance, but didn't say anything as he watched you do what you seemed to be doing best, at least in his eyes.

Leaning in with your eyes fixed on his freckled face, you gave his shaft a long skim of your tongue, taking in every single little reaction you caused in him. One hand moved up to cup his balls and give them a tight squeeze before you grabbed his length with the other and stroked it expertly as you focused the movement of your tongue to his tip, circling and lapping at it, sucking and nibbling on his sensitive skin until you heard the first little groan escaping him.

The sound vibrated through your entire body and you leaned back and watched him curiously, licking your lips as you did so. Your hand kept moving, firmly pushing his skin up and down, until you pressed your thumb to his slit and forced the first droplets of precum out of him. A shiver rushed through him and you saw him clenching his fists at his sides.

You leaned back in and closed your lips around the agitated crown of his cock, tasting and smelling that special musk you cherished so much, that would make your own body shudder in excitement. Of course you held back for now, focusing on him while your own dick stood tall and proud, bumping against your lower stomach with every bob of your head as you pushed yourself onto him and took him into your mouth as deep as possible.

As you felt him pressing against the back of your throat, you closed your eyes and held your breath, but you fought your gag reflex for now and pushed further until your nose was buried in his curly hairs. He grunted loudly as you forced his tip into your tight throat and when you leaned back again, you spluttered slightly and wiped a strand of saliva off your lips as you looked up at him.

He watched you darkly as you continued stroking him with a firm grasp, before you dove back in and repeated the same motion over and over again, each time holding him longer and deeper in your throat until you felt your eyes watering and his body shuddering more and more.

“Fuck!” he spat and grabbed your shoulders in support, his fingers digging into your shirt as he jerked his hips against your face.

You relished in his noises and involuntarily reactions as you kept bobbing your head on him, moving with the slight bucking of his hips, feeling him hardening to the point more and more precum leaked out of his tip. You lapped at it hungrily, the wet slurping noises filling the empty classroom.

Suddenly he gripped your hair and pulled you off him, red spots dancing on his cheeks as he stared down at you. “Get up and turn around,” he told you gruffly and you got to your feet and did what he told you, your trousers still pooling around your ankles as he positioned himself behind you.

He pushed his hard erection between your cheeks and leaned around you, grabbing your previously unattended dick with a fierce grip as he started stroking you, his chin resting on your shoulder, his shallow breaths right in your ear. You couldn't help the shivers running down your spine at the sensations and the little moan escaping your slightly aching throat. Closing your eyes, you leaned into his touch, even pushed your rear against him invitingly.

Not that Sebastian Sallow needed a formal invitation to do anything, he always took what he wanted, and right now, it was to drive his cock into your arse. With one hand on your dick, giving you those needed pumps, his other hand moved around your left butt cheek, groping and kneading it until he teased his thumb against the tight ring of muscles. You inhaled sharply when he pushed past the resistance and forced his digit in deeper.

You felt your legs trembling when he poked around until he pressed firmly against your prostate, coaxing a deep grunt out of you that made you stumble against his touch. You almost came right in his hand there, but then he pulled his thumb out and even let go of your dick, before grabbing your hips and guiding you back towards his cock.

Swallowing hard, you realized you were never really prepared for his intrusion and even though he had gotten better at making it less painful over the last years, it would still always take your breath away when he would fill your arse. This time he pushed his tip firmly against your tight hole and you inhaled deeply, trying to relax, before he used a sharp snap of his hips to push his length all the way into you until you felt his balls slapping against your sensitive skin.

A groan escaped you and you had to put your hands on the wall in front of you in support as he dug his fingers into your hips and just rested there for a moment, buried deep in your bum, giving you the chance to adjust to his size. He had gotten softer for sure, you thought, the Sebastian from two years ago wouldn't have given a damn about how much pain he would inflict on you, he might even have opted to make you suffer more than was necessary.

But this version of the boy behind you seemed to listen for your noises, wait for the shudders of your body to subside, before he finally started moving. Slowly retreating, until his tip was gripped by your tight entrance, then pushing back in with a quick jerk of his hips, back and forth, over and over again until you heard yourself moaning louder.

His hands were on your waist as the slapping of skin against skin filled your ears and all you could feel was the relentless rhythm of his cock sliding in and out of your arse and his pelvis slamming against your cheeks. You were groaning and moaning in unison now, a low rumble of noises mixing with the sounds of your bodies pushing together.

You felt light-headed quickly, but even in your haze, you felt the need to lower a hand and grab onto your own dick to release a little bit of that tension. Yet at the same time he had slowed his movements and leaned around to grab it too, your hands touching involuntarily. Despite the rather rough nature of your 'love making', it still sent pleasant shivers down your spine when his fingers would brush against yours, be it in class or the library when you reached for the same book, or in the middle of having him rail you into the wall, it always felt exhilarating.

Instead of withdrawing or slapping your hand away, he slipped his fingers between yours and guided them towards your cock so you started to stroke your throbbing member together. More moans escaped your throat and you couldn't help but lean your head against his shoulder as you felt your balls tightening under the combined ministrations of your hands.

He buried himself deep in your clenching arse and started grinding his hips slowly, pushing his girth against your sensitive muscles and all the right spots. You grunted deeply, biting your lip as all the sensations at once caused your dick to twitch in your combined hold. He seemed to notice your struggle to move on your own, so he kept stroking you fiercely, his own grunts loud in your ear, and when you came with a low growl, he wrapped his arm around your stomach and held you close, keeping you steady as you felt thick ropes of cum spurting out of your tip and dripping down both of your hands.

He let you rest for a small moment, holding you tightly as you leaned against him, his breath hot on your cheek as he turned his head towards you. You watched him out of the corner of your eye, panting badly, and when your eyes met, there seemed to be another one of those unspoken agreements you both had perfected over the last years.

You saw him smirk and then he let go of you and pushed you back against the wall, his hands on your hips, before he continued to move inside you once more, slow at first, but then faster and faster, as he drove himself deeper and deeper into your tight space with reckless abandon. Your noises of quiet whimpers and deep moans mixed with his grunts and the never-ending slapping of skin against skin when he fell into a rapid rhythm of slamming his hips against your cheeks.

There was the power you had needed, the raw emotion, the unbridled rage, as he rammed his cock into you at an impressively fast and deep rhythm, his length and girth stretching and prodding your muscles with each powerful thrust. You fought against the sensation, forcing your legs to stop trembling beneath you, your entire body tense from the experience.

But this was what you had wanted, all of it, and you craved the pain that came when your muscles started contracting around him, working against you instead of with you. You could have relaxed and let him have it, it would have been so easy, but you were too stubborn and frankly quite the masochist, because you needed every aching muscle, every screaming nerve, every burning sensation.

It was the only thing that kept you from losing your mind. And so you gritted your teeth and strained your arms against the wall as he kept rocking your body back and forth, over and over again, his grunts mixing with yours, as his fingers dug painfully into your hips, his balls slapping against you as his cock moved in and out relentlessly, the delicious heat of the friction driving you almost insane with pleasure.

You felt your dick harden all over again, but you couldn't give it any attention at this moment because it was Sebastian's turn to let go. With a loud growl, he gave you one final powerful thrust that rippled through your entire body as he buried himself as deep as possible before you felt his cock throbbing and twitching as he emptied himself inside your tight arse, his hot seed filling you up completely.

He kept grunting as more and more shudders rushed through him, more and more cum spurting out of him and into you, and as you savoured the warm feeling spreading inside you, you lowered a shaking hand and gave your own dick a few much needed squeezes before you came as well again, your body spasming against his as you leaned your sweaty forehead against the wall, unable to stop your legs from shaking beneath you this time.

Inhaling deeply, you tried to catch your breath, while the boy behind you leaned his entire weight on your back, his arms snaking around your stomach as he held onto you, his cock still twitching inside you. You let him have this rather tender moment and closed your eyes, but as soon as you relaxed against him and even raised a hand to put on his arm, a gesture that was usually too intimate for your liking, he retreated again, standing up straight and slowly pulling out of your clenching hole.

You let out another moan and a surprised grunt when he suddenly slapped your butt cheek with his flat hand, the pain rippling through you deliciously. It didn't however mask the emptiness you felt with his cock no longer lodged inside your bum, and without his girth, your muscles worked hard to move back into their original form, causing his seed to pump out of you relentlessly.

You rather enjoyed the warm sensation of being so full, but gravity and whatever other forces worked ruthlessly against you, leaving you to desire this whole spectacle all over again. Sighing deeply, you eventually leaned down to grab your trousers and undergarments, ready to pull them back up, but before you could do anything, you were suddenly spun around, almost stumbling against Sebastian as he pushed your bare backside against the wall, his eyes boring into yours.

Despite the intense gaze, you couldn't help but break eye contact and look down his front. His spent cock was still out, glistening in your combined juices, yet your eyes lingered on his wand in his hand. For a moment you wondered what he wanted to do, and when he grabbed your throat with his free hand you were really concerned for a second, but he only held you in place while he moved his wand over your soiled skin and cleaned your mutual messes.

You watched him intently, despite the tight grip of his fingers this might have been the gentlest gesture you witnessed him express towards you ever. He usually left you a shuddering, defiled mess (and you were there for it), but having him wash you so thoroughly, was certainly something else. When he was done, he pocketed his wand and let go of your throat, only to bend down and grab your breeches before he pulled them back up and helped you get dressed again.

You were more than confused, yet somehow oddly intrigued by this turn of events. As he grabbed your dick and shoved it back behind the confines of your trousers, you raised your hands and did the same to him. He seemed equally surprised and your eyes met for a long, heated moment. Despite sharing the most intimate desires of both of your bodies, you had never indulged in the more romantic kinds of affection, like kissing or hand holding or even hugging, in that order.

Both of you had resorted to the most extreme type of being together and never looked back, but standing before Sebastian now, staring into his dark eyes, you felt the need to take several steps back and redefine your relationship. Might also be the post-nut clarity, you weren't sure. Whatever it was, the moment quickly faded when he took a literal step back from you and tilted his head, looking you over grimly.

“Next time you need to do this, just send me an owl or something,” he told you gruffly and moved a hand through his messy hair. “I really can't have you ruin my reputation any further.”

“What reputation?” you replied with a low chuckle and a smirk. “I'm only adding to the already existing one... You did that to yourself.”

He groaned and gave you a glare, before he turned around and headed to the door. “I mean it...” he called back over his shoulder.

“I know,” you said and watched him leave. “Expect my owl then.”

Sooner than later, you wanted to add, but you didn't want to come across as too desperate. Though he probably already knew that and frankly you couldn't care less. You needed him as much as he needed you. Not just his cock up your bum, the entire package. And perhaps there was even one of those chaste kisses for you in the future, who knew.

End notes: I've always been a yaoi lover and it still took me more than seven months of being in this fandom to actually write something like this, oh well.

I was certainly channeling the snarky boy that is the male mc when writing this, I can just hear his voice taunting Seb.

Again I took inspiration from this Smutmas prompts list, so here we have Day 4: Anal and Hate Sex. As you can see I'm not doing those in order or even consistently, I just write them as they come (out of my brain).

Thank you for reading!

By the way, I have three other oneshots that are not exclusively female oriented, but gender neutral:

The Ghost under the Table (a bj in the library)

Just Breathe (an angsty love confession)

Just another adventure, right? (angsty first kiss)

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Perhaps some M! Reader and Sebastian somewhere risky?

Part 2 of my HuffleSmut series.

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Risky Business

Sebastian had been making eyes at you across the table for an hour now, the soft noise of shuffling books and the smell of parchment being all that was keeping you grounded. After what had happened in the hidden Herbology Corridor, things had been a bit awkward the past few days. To ease the tension, you two had decided to study together for a, rather important mind you, Herbology exam tomorrow. But it seemed Sallow was preoccupied.

His shoe tapped against yours for the third time, and you finally lifted your eyes from your textbook, looking at him through your lashes.

"If you plan on continuing to pester m-"

"You're torturing me."

Sebastians' words caught you off guard, not sure what he meant, or why the pink on his cheeks was so alluring in contrast with his dark hair.

"W-what?" You asked, confused as your eyes found his hands. They were tapping his wand against his leg repeatedly, his eyes locked on your features. His face cracked in a smirk at your question and he rolled his eyes, the tapping on his leg wavering momentarily.

"In the halls. In classes." Sebastian lowered his voice, cocking his head to the side. "The way you look at me, the way you…" he trailed off, looking down at your neck, then to your shoulder. "It's almost as if you're avoiding me."

You felt your face heat up immensely, your breath getting caught in your throat at the heavy look and words from the Slytherin across from you. You hadn't talked about what had happened since it did, the memory of the other boy's body pressed against your own making you feel like your stomach was doing summersaults.

"Are you avoiding me?" He asked, kicking your shoe once again, pulling your eyes away from his lips to meet his gaze.

"No! No, not at all, Sebastian- I just-" you stammered, bringing a hand up from your quill to run it through your hair. "I've been busy, and I haven't seen you much except in the halls like you said and-"

Sebastian smiled softly as he stared at you, watching you struggle.

You shifted under his gaze, readjusting in your seat as the heat on your cheeks deepened. "I wanted to.. to ask you if you were free this weekend someti-"

The sudden noise of Sebastian's chair sliding against wood, and the image of him standing startled you slightly, watching him walk over to your side of the table and lean down. His face was very close to yours, and you could smell the smoke that clung to his hair; he must have been to Crossed Wands earlier that day.

"Come with me." Sebastian whispered, breath against your ear as his hands that were on the table in front of you found your shoulder. The contact with the bruise that he had left day's previous was still present, and it made you shudder, a jolt going through you.

Without hesitation, you stood, fumbling with your wand to send all of your books and parchment up to your dorm. Sebastian leaned against the nearest bookshelf, eyes dancing between you, and the rest of the library. Luckily, there weren't many other students, just a few small groups in the open space beneath you.

Sebastian tapped his shoe impatiently, a soft sigh leaving him. "This year, please." He demanded, voice quiet and deep. You turned to look at him over your shoulder, fumbling a book at the look on his face; he was staring at you through hooded eyes, his jaw set and arms crossed. Feeling your face turn scarlet, you quickly turned back around and hastily flicked your wand, all of your belongings apparating to your dorm in an instant.

As you turned back to face Sebastian again, you were greeted with the sight of him walking away and down the spiral staircase. You cocked your head to the side but followed at his heels, your yellow gold tie swishing in your face from the wind as you did so.

"Sebastian, where a-"

"Hush."

You closed your mouth and stared at the back of his head, tracing the curls as you followed him down and around a few bookcases, nearing the back of the library. Looking around, you were becoming more and more confused. The tables with students at them were a mere fifteen feet away, their soft whispers not audible. Going to protest again, you looked over at Sebastian, but saw him with a key in his hand, unlocking the restricted section of the library.

Starting at the sight, you quickly stepped in front of him, blocking the rest of the library's view of him as his hands worked. "What are you doing?!" You whisper yelled, your palms becoming sweaty as you glanced over at Scribner, her desk empty. "Sebastian, please tell me you have a note from a Professor allowing you t-"

"If you don't shut up, I'm going to cast a sealing charm on your mouth." Sebastian looked up at you from his crouched position, brown eyes staring at you through his lashes. "And I do not want to do that." His voice was so low even you could barely hear it, but you caught his drift, and it immediately went to your core. Heat filled your cheeks and you looked away, worried what would happen if you held the gaze any longer.

Hearing the clinking sound of the lock opening, you looked back at the gate, which was now slightly ajar. Sebastian looked down at you as he stood and began to usher you through, his hand lingering on your waist painfully. You bit the inside of your cheek as you slipped through the opening, nervously looking back at the students, praying you weren't seen. "Just go, we're fine." Sebastian reassuringly whispered close behind you, and you let out a little huff of exasperation, hurriedly walking through the small room and over to the staircase.

You walked down it a few steps, just enough for the top of your head not to be seen by anyone looking in through the caged slates, and looked up at Sebastian. "Sebastian, where are you taking me?" You asked, eyebrows upturned in a plea, but a smile finding your lips at the situation he had put you in. He looked down at you and cocked his head, his normally bright and warm brown eyes having something of an edge to them now, and it made your stomach tighten.

Sebastian walked down a few steps, grabbing your hand and leading you down further into the room below. "What? Never been into the restricted section without permission? Don't tell me you're scared, Hufflepuff." The tease washed over you, and you felt your ears heat up next, embarrassment at not only the feeling of his hand on yours but also the mocking of your house. A twisting in your stomach made you feel like you were going to be sick, your eyes darting from the hand holding your own, then to Sebastian's shoulders, almost tripping over your shoes at the last step of the stairs.

Suddenly, the grip on your hand got tighter, and you felt your back be pushed against a wall. You let out a soft noise of confusion, but all words died in your mouth at the feeling of Sebastian's lips being pressed against yours. Your eyes were wide, searching the freckled face of the boy so close to you, smelling the scent of his aftershave as your eyes fluttered closed. He hummed happily at the contact as if your lips were the only thing he had wanted all day, and you melted into the feeling of him against you, his frame pushing you further against the wall. Only noticing that your hands had found their way up to Sebastian's hair when your fingers were tugging at his curls, receiving a pleased noise from the Slytherin at the tension.

You could've stayed like that forever, feeling the heat radiating off of his body, his hand on your hip, drawing you closer against his thigh. God- his thigh. The way his fingers were digging into your hip, attempting to stop you from squirming, was just driving you down, his thigh positioned right between your legs. All you could do was try to wiggle away from the friction, but it was no good. Your lips parted as he moved his leg, your cock straining against your trousers, and Sebastian took the invitation inside your mouth gladly. He dipped his tongue between your lips and through your teeth as he pressed it against your own, his hum of satisfaction vibrating against your mouth.

A shuddered breath left you as he jerked his leg up, your thigh now positioned between his legs as well. You could feel how hard he was through his trousers, a tiny hint of pride swelling in your chest as you lifted your hips, wanting to feel it pressed against you more. However, your eyes opened at the feeling of his mouth leaving yours, barely catching a glimpse of Sebastian's face before he dipped down to lick at your neck. His face was flush, bright red covering his freckles, and his curls sticking to his forehead from the heat of your bodies pressing together.

At the feeling of his tongue on your neck, dragging down to the curve of your collarbone, you weren't able to contain the noises that Sebastian's mouth had muffled. A breathy curse escaped your lips as he bit down and sucked at the dip in your shoulder, your fingers tangling in his curls and breathing in the scent of him. "Ow- not so ha-" you started, but it lasted into a long moan as he bit down harder, teeth sinking deeper as he pressed his knee up to give your cock some attention. You almost came at that, not expecting the attention to detail of your body that the Slytherin was already seemingly in tune with, but he pulled away again.

"What-" you managed, looking up at him with lust-blown pupils. Sebastian was looking around the corner, his eyes narrowed. Your own eyes widened, fear shooting through you as you remembered you weren't supposed to be down here at all, let alone having an all-out snog fest. "Is there someone com-" Sebastian slapped a hand over your mouth, silencing you at once. Your cock twitched, to utter embarrassment, and it seemed Sebastian noticed because his eyes flicked down to between you, then back around the corner.

Without speaking, he brought his free hand away from your hip and began to paw at you through your pants, a jolt shooting through your spine at the contact. He stopped and brought a finger up to his lips, eyes never leaving whatever he was watching across the hallway, then placed his hand back on you. It was torture. Your fingers gripped at the fabric of his trousers around his thighs, then at his shirt, then back down to his thighs, not being able to keep still as it took every cell in your being to not rock your hips up and keep the noises in your throat down.

"Is someone there?"

The airy, wispy voice of a woman drifted through the air, sending a chill through you in fear, but Sebastian didn't stop. His hand continued to paw at your painfully hard cock, and he even began to rock his hips forward to connect with your thigh, his lips parting in a silent moan as he watched around the corner. You could've died from anxiety, but the image of him above you, pressing against you, his hand unlacing your trousers sloppily; it was terrifying, and it made you want to cum in your pants right then and there.

He suddenly shot you a look, his eyes locking on yours for just a moment. "You better not cum." He whispered, just audible enough for you to read his lips and piece together the words. You practically whimpered, your state of desperation becoming more and more dire as he finally got your laces undone, his hand finally, finally, touching you just through your underclothes. Sebastian stopped and squeezed, a threat in his eyes as he looked back around the corner. You couldn't help but let out a noise at the grip, then the relief as he continued to stroke you softly.

"Someone… down here…?"

The voice of the woman said again, this time it sounded closer, but it didn't seem like Sebastian was worried, his hips having found a rhythm, and his chest starting to heave with effort. You felt a heat in your core, your breathing catching in your throat, and you knew if he didn't stop you were going to ruin your uniform. You grabbed his hand with your own shaking one, and Sebastian looked away from the corner and down at you. He was gorgeous. His face was pink, lips parted, eyes blown with lust. He looked at you questioningly, but you mustered all the courage you had in yourself and took a deep breath.

You brought your hands down to the buttons on his trousers, undoing them quickly and freeing Sebastian from his, probably painful, constraints. He let out a soft hum of encouragement and pleasure despite himself, his eyes fluttering at the feeling of your fingers wrapping around him. You drank in the sight, eyes wide as you began to move your hand up and down, slow at first, just watching as his brow became upturned and his jaw clenched.

His eyes opened, looking down at you, and you shrank away, your hand stuttering in its movements. "Don't stop now, 'Puff." He purred, almost growled, as he dipped back to where he had been licking at your neck previously. You grit your teeth as you continued, trying desperately to not make any noise, the fear of getting caught and the feeling of Sebastian's tongue making your legs turn to jelly. A curse left Sebastian's mouth as your fingers drug over the tip of his cock, smearing precum down the base and speeding up your movements.

"Fuck-" Sebastian's voice was deep and low in your ear, the noise sending shivers down your spine and directly to your cock. "Hold on." Feeling Sebastian pull back slightly, you halted your movements, listening to the way he sounded in your ear. And then suddenly, his fingers were taking you out of your underclothes, your cock pressed against Sebastians. You made a noise of surprise, partially out of not expecting him to do that, and also at being able to properly compare with the Slytherin. Not only was he girthier than you, but he also had an inch on your length, a slightly embarrassed look crossing your face.

However, it was replaced with a look of sheer pleasure as you watched Sebastian spit in his palm, then bring your cocks together, his hand working you in rhythm. Your head fell back against the wood of the wall, your hand coming up to muffle your mouth. "Mm- I felt you twitch. I didn't know you were into risky places." Sebastian teased, but his voice was strained, and you could tell he was the one to be more excited about your situation than you were. His face was back in the crook of your neck, and you had to move your hand, instead deciding to nuzzle your own face into Sebastian's hair.

He smelled like sweat and smoke, the combination making your head spin. Through the haze of pleasure and the fog in your mind, you did something you wouldn't have normally done unless explicitly asked. Tilting your head slightly, you let your tongue lap against Sebastian's neck, the taste of salt filling your mouth. A surprised hum came from the boy against you, as if in encouragement, and you took it in full stride. You licked again, this time receiving a shudder, Sebastian's hand speeding up. A moan came from deep in your throat, not being able to control it, and Sebastian shushed you.

Not wanting to make any noise, and knowing you were close, you took inspiration from what Sallow had done day's previous. Opening your mouth, you sunk your teeth deep into the curve of Sebastian's neck, letting yourself revel in the taste of him. And, to your complete surprise, Sebastian let out a low, deep groan, his hips rocking up in a stuttering rhythm. "Oh fuck-" he praised, pressing his neck closer to you, your teeth digging in deeper, definitely leaving an impression. Not a moment later, you felt the warm splash of cum soaking into your uniform, the incredible sound of Sebastian stuttering out a string of curses as he came all over your stomach.

As Sebastian rode out his high, his palm tightened around you both, his movements sloppy and fast. The mix of his noises, scent, and hands' desperate motion sent you over the edge just after, not feeling the need to hold back as Sallow had commanded earlier. Your fingers gripped at his hair and shirt fabric, squeezing your eyes closed as you felt your hips stutter as you rocked into Sebastian's palm, a moan coming from you despite your efforts. You felt yourself mutter his name as you painted his forearm, not being able to stop yourself in your string of noises, all of your senses solely focused on him.

Both of you stood there for a moment, heavy breaths hanging in the air between you, Sebastian's hand slowly coming away and releasing you. Your face was on fire, and your neck ached where Sebastian had been abusing it, again.

"Students?"

The voice made you yelp, and you shoved yourself into your trousers at lightning speed. You could just make out the shape of a blurred woman, her wispy blue figure letting you know you had been spotted by a ghost. Just barely being able to tell Sebastian had made himself decent, he grabbed your wrist and the two of you began running, the ghost woman calling after you in an accusatory manner. You felt like your heart was going to explode out of your chest, your face scarlet with fear and embarrassment and afterglow.

Seeing Sebastian fumble to grab his wand from his trousers, he opened the gate to the restricted section, the two of you bursting through it quickly, leaving it wide open as you darted and zigzagged through the bookshelves. Sebastian looked back at you, his face was red and smiling, bright white teeth flashing in a mischievous grin as he tugged you through the door, leaving the library.

You continued to run, not wanting to be anywhere near the library when the ghost came up to tell Scribner of your… activities. Still holding Sebastian's hand, you reached the corridor that you would need to split to go to your respective common rooms. You stopped running and looked up at Sebastian, his curls falling into his face and holding a stitch in his side. An airy laugh escaped you as you looked back the way you came, making sure you weren't being followed.

"'Puff." Sebastian was looking at you now, his smile still present, but it had intention behind it. "Don't keep me waiting like that again, yeah?"

You felt your chest burst into flames and you just nodded as Sebastian squeezed your hand. "Tomorrow?" He asked, mischief glinting behind his big brown eyes, a hint of something there that you didn't understand yet. You nodded again and he brought your hand up, kissed your knuckles, then turned and started to jog towards his common room.

You stood there for a moment, watching him leave, looked down at your hand, smiled, then turned and left as well. "Tomorrow." You muttered to yourself, bringing your cloak up around your neck further, your shoes tapping against the polished floor as you made your way to the kitchens.

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ozzgin · 5 months

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Could you maybe do a head cannon of Sebastian Sallow x male reader (ravenclaw), possibly like fluff?

Sebastian Sallow x Ravenclaw! Male Reader

Featuring the Slytherin prodigy and a reader who is starting to feel like more than just an academic rival.

“Excellent results as usual, Mr. (L/N).” The professor exclaims and hands you the graded papers. You reach for them and hear a groan coming from the back of the class, turning your head to find the source. Of course it’s Sallow. You glare at him and he rolls his eyes in response. You’ve been butting heads with the Slytherin from the very first day you stepped into Hogwarts. Which, in all fairness, was bound to happen to a certain degree. Sebastian is ambitious and competitive, and as a Ravenclaw yourself, you could never step back from a challenge. Especially when it comes to academic matters. And so here you are, years later, frequently exchanging fierce looks and keeping score. To your great displeasure - and Sebastian’s, most likely - it always settles in a tie.

Having each other as rivals, however, has motivated you much more than you’d care to admit. In fact, it’s almost ridiculous how often you find yourself thinking of the Slytherin student. Similarly, you’ve been a frequent topic of gossip for Sebastian and his best friend, Ominis. The blind boy always listens with an amused smile on his lips, perhaps anticipating the hint of interest that goes beyond mere rivalry. “Ugh, can you believe that nerd? No matter, I signed up for the same extracurriculars just to show him he isn’t all that mighty.”

The turning point: your latest feud with Mr. Sallow has earned you detention hours. A shameful affair, really, that you’d end up with the likes of him. Now you’re stuck spending time together. Not only that, but, as if to rub salt into the wound, one professor recently remarked upon it: “Now, now, Mr. (L/N), this is meant to be a punishment if I correctly recall. Not an opportunity for you to have fun with your friend.” You were baffled at the statement. Is that how it looked like to everyone else? Sharing your exact thoughts, Sebastian marched straight to Ominis afterwards and demanded answers. “Merlin’s Beard, I was worried we’d graduate and you still wouldn’t figure it out. Sebastian, even I can see you and (Y/N) like each other.”

Safe to say the following day is awfully awkward. A lot of restless fidgeting and squirming in your seats. You wonder if you should say anything. Sebastian is in deep contemplation, when his face is suddenly struck with realization: this is his chance to one up you. So before you can open your mouth, he abruptly and confidently asks you out. You can only blush and look away in disbelief. He had the same idea, it seems. “Too slow, (L/N).” He notes with a smug grin on his face, although you can discern the red tint dusting his ears.

The news of you dating is met with rather bored expressions. “I had assumed it was already a thing”, you’ve been told by your friends. “Who might’ve thought!”, said with sarcastic theatrics. By the looks of it, only you and Sebastian were completely clueless. You’re presently lounging in your boyfriend’s bed, hands behind your head, lazily complaining to him about the reaction. Sebastian is facing the mirror, adjusting the collar to the suit he plans to wear to the upcoming Yule Ball. “This reminds me”, he says somewhat distracted, “I suppose we shall be going together to the Ball, eh? Quite convenient that I’d find myself a girlfriend just in time for it”. You frown at the words, but quickly follow with a smirk: “Nice joke, Sallow. Between you and me, though, I’d say you fit better in a dress.” He huffs and nonchalantly throws himself onto the mattress, hovering above you. He stares at you for a moment and swiftly plants a kiss on your forehead. “Dress or no dress, I bet I’m a better dancer than you.” You gently cup his cheeks with your hands, sensing their warmth. “As if I’d ever lose to a Slytherin.”

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https-rizzo · 1 year

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On god only guy I be thinking about

Agenda

Wake up: Sebastian Sallow

Doing whatever in my day: Sebastian Sallow

Shower: Sebastian Sallow

Sleep: Sebastian Sallow

Goodbye, https-rizzo

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thirstingfortoxicmen · 5 months

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Can I request an Ominis Gaunt x Male Reader? Where the reader is really pent up and just needs a break and Ominis gladly helps reader turn his brain off. (Dom Ominis and Sub Reader) please

Yes absolutely 👍 just a warning ive never done sub reader so... we shall see how this goes! (also it deleted my progress so this is me starting over😭)

(oneshot) 🔞🔞🔞

You feel so Beautiful🔞

Dom Ominis x Sub male Reader

(not my photo)

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“ughhhhhh…” WHAM! my head hits the desk, rather hard but alas still not enough to swindle my headache. Unfortunately, I had woken up with a headache and people have been feeling extra dumb today, which was not helping. I squeeze my eyes tightly closed and hope to Merlin everyone goes away so I can pass away… swiftly… please? I quickly realize there is no god as i get a rude tapping on my shoulder. I take a deep breath in and raise my head from my desk only to find… the godstones kid again.

Dear Merlin I swear if thi- she interrupts me before I can spit my thoughts out, “I need your help, some kids took my gobstones again.” I deadpan.

“Have you even looked yourself, because last time i helped you it took me no less than 5 minutes, basic magic, and simple common sense.” I ask, headache brewing up a storm of death and suffering.

Her face flushing at the (accurate) accusation, “I- well its just- umm… no.” She practically mumbles the last part, she starts shuffling her feet back to the door she marched through feeling so courageous just a second before.

“yeah that's what I thought,” I mutter to myself, as she swiftly leaves the room.

“That was rather odd, what did she want?” I hear Ominis ask. He takes his seat next to me,

“Sebastian being out sick has made me realize how many bothersome people beg for my attention, her for example, wanting me to find her gobstones… again,” I sigh as I say it. Ominis chuckles at my frustration.

“That's true, Sebastian is a great guard dog that is for sure.” Ominis’s hand finds my thigh and he starts caressing it gently, sliding me closer to him. I rest my head onto his shoulder, headache dissipating slowly but surely. Also slowly but surely I feel Ominis creep his hand higher up my thigh.

“Ominis… class just started dont start teasing me now,” as I whisper that into his ears I feel his smirk grow across his face.

“Whatever could you mean,” the sarcasm audible in his voice. I see him flick his wand slightly and as I was about to ask what he'd done I felt a disillusionment charm wave over our laps. My eyes grow wide for a moment only to force my face back to normal so as to not draw attention. My cock twitching against my pants as Ominis teases me. My face had bloomed into a bright shade of red as Ominis pretends all is normal.

“Ominis please…” I beg softly, thanking Merlin that we sit at the back of the class.

“Professor, could I please be excused to Madam Pomfry’s my eyes seem to be bugging me.” Ominis speaks up.

“Yes of course Mr. Gaunt, here let's have someone help you there. hmmmm, Mr. L/n how about you help Mr. Gaunt to Madam Pomfry’s.” the professor declares.

“Yes Professor,” I manage out. My lower half now throbbing with anticipation. I quickly gather our stuff and pretend to guide Ominis to the hall, door shutting behind us. I follow Ominis as he leads me to the Undercroft. He grabs my collar pulling me close.

“Just let me do everything, alright.” Ominis all but demands. He pushes me lightly against a wall, grabbing my chin with one hand the other pressing against my erection. I exhale at the pressure, hearing that Ominis pulls me in and we kiss deep. His tongue working his magic. His hands float down below, freeing his member first then mine. Both of us red at the tips, after almost 30 minutes of teasing. Precum leaking onto the floor as Ominis grabs us both, the action causing me to groan into his mouth. We part for a breath of air. “Accio desk,” Ominis pants out. A desk from nearby pulling up behind me, he sits me on it. Slowly he starts stroking his one hand stroking both erect, leaking cocks. My hips stuttering into his hand as I grow close to the edge.

“Ominis please!” I moan out, his hips stuttering when he hears it. “I'm getting close!” We start making out again, his tongue now scouring my mouth.

“God you feel so beautiful,” Ominis groans into my ear. Like a switch flipping my eyes flutter and I moan out softly, holding onto Ominis’s shoulders I cum. Ominis looking frustrated and on the verge triggering me to hop off the desk and down to my knees. I move Ominis’s hand off his cock and take him into his mouth, he grabs my hair and forces me down. Gagging on him I look up at his face and see a flushed face. Tears welling in my eyes I hear, “C-cumming!” I wait until he finishes before removing my mouth and swallowing. “You did so amazing my dove,” Ominis says. Helping me to my feet I cast a cleaning charm, the mess vanishing. “We should probably go back to class now,” Ominis says whilst holding my face in his hand.

“Ugh, don't remind me.” I say over exaggerating my face. Ominis laughs, having felt my face move.

“Darn…”

“What?”

“It seems my eyes still hurt,” A smirk growing across Ominis’s face.

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